Chapter 5
When Sylvie’s eyes met Soren’s, she quickly looked away as if she’d been startled.
Having known her for so long, Soren had always seen her as a tireless top, spinning endlessly around him without pause. She’d shamelessly confessed her love for him over and over, and her gaze had always followed him with unwavering devotion.
He was utterly worn out by her and had tried everything to push her away, even wishing her fierce devotion would shift to someone else.
Yet when Sylvie finally said she didn’t love him anymore and began keeping her distance, he wasn’t as relieved as he’d thought he would be. Instead, he felt oddly annoyed.
He couldn’t explain why he felt this way and refused to let Sylvie notice. So, he maintained his usual cold, indifferent expression.
“If you don’t have feelings for me anymore, why did you hurt Zoe? Why did you keep faking being sick just to get my attention? Why did you refuse to sign that termination agreement? The doctor said your injuries were bad, but you seem completely fine, seeing how you’re still putting on this act for me.”
Sylvie looked down at his harsh accusations, her voice rough with exhaustion. “Everything I’ve said is true. I’m not into you anymore. I really am sick. And that termination agreement you were so desperate for? I already signed it.”
Just then, Jacob Poole, the Clarke family’s butler, entered. “Ms. Clarke, the designer finished the suit designs for Mr. Parker you ordered last month. Would you like to review them for any changes?”
Soren let out a bitter laugh as he took the thick stack of design sketches and tore them to pieces right in front of Sylvie.
Under Jacob’s stunned gaze, he turned and walked away, only saying one sentence. “Since you don’t know how to be honest, I’ll teach you. I don’t like a single one of these suits.”
The door slammed shut with a loud bang.
Jacob looked at Sylvie helplessly. “Ms. Clarke, I’ll have the designer send over new drafts right away.”
Sylvie gave a slight shake of her head and stopped him. “Don’t bother. Get rid of all the surprises and gifts I prepared for Soren. None of them matter now.”
After all, she would soon be gone from his world for good. She just had to make it through one last week.
That same afternoon, Sylvie left the hospital and took Remy to the crematorium. The loyal dog who’d always stayed by her side and obeyed her every command was now just a box of ashes.
She carried the urn home and stood still before the toys he’d left on the couch. Memories flooded her mind.
She remembered Remy happily chasing after gifts Soren had thrown away and bringing them back to her. She remembered how he’d stayed with her all night when she’d cried over Zoe.
She even thought of Remy’s past life, when he’d lived up to 15 years of age and passed away peacefully, his eyes calm and content.
Sylvie squeezed her eyes shut, but the tears came anyway, streaming down her cheeks and falling silently to the floor. Remy would never curl up in her arms again or nuzzle her hand to comfort her.
